Seven Years

}Chapter 6{

{6}

}Tacos Don't Fix Everything{

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"You okay honey?"

I walked into the dinning room moving my chair out from the table and slid into it.

I had gotton home from cheer practice about five minutes ago changing into a pair of cotton shorts and a big t-shirt. I would get a shower after dinner.

Ben sat at the head of the table and mom sat across from me. Alex sat at the corner of the table between mom and Ben in his highchair.

I stuck my tongue out at my little brother causing him to giggle and smack his hands agains the tray on his chair.

All the toco stuff was spread on the table. I grabbed a soft shell and put taco meat, cheese, sour cream and some refried beans. Mom and Ben had hard shells. Ben ripped some soft shell up for Alex to eat. My guess was mom fed Alex some gross baby food before supper already.

When mom and Ben are here I try my best not to look at Alex while he eats. Tonight wouldn't be to bad but It is usually quite gross actually.

Babies are just gross and dirty in general.

But he was still my little man and cute as ever.

"Yeah mom I am fine." I replied shortly while I folded my taco up.

"If this is about Bentley I don't understand." Mom shook her head looking down at her plate lifting her taco up.

"What do you mean you don't understand?" I asked being careful of how it came out of my mouth. I didn't want to snap yet but after today I was ready to snap a neck let alone snap with my voice.

"It has been like what five years? Don't you think that is enough time forgive and forget. It is time to get over it." I knew my jaw was hung and I saw Ben give a warning look half way through her speel.

It is pretty bad when your step dad knows when to shut up before your own mother.

I couldn't help but snap. The way she said it was terrible she acted like it was nothing. Like she didn't see me falling apart at that time. she didn't care. Not at all.

"Seven actually. And maybe it would be different if he said sorry before now. But mom seven years is a lot of time. And the ten before that when we were attached at the hip is even longer. That is hard to forget don't you think? He hasn't deserved his forgive yet and I don't know if forget is even in the cards. I will not just get over it." With that I pushed away from the table. In one hand I grabbed my plate and in my other hand I held my cup.

"And don't worry I will still put Alex down tonight." I said over my shoulder taking my food upstairs to eat  while I watched Netflix.

I will come down stairs later and make more food when everyone was out of the kitchen.

I set my plate and things on my nightstand and crawled ontop of my comforter pulling my remote out to get my show started.

The sad thing is I wanted so bad to forgive and forget.

I wanted to forget he ever left. Forget I ever loved him. It is going to take more than his mere sorrys to have me forgive him. And those remarks are not helping in the slightest.

The other thing is he wont tell me why. He hasn't told me anything.

He left came back and couldn't recognize me, made me cry, said sorry with notes and made remarks.